Fang Changzhi stared straight at Chen Fei, the life force inside him draining away madly, impossible to stop.
And even if he could stop it, what then? It would merely be the difference between dying sooner and dying later.
Being sealed inside such a Ninth-Order Top-Grade Grand Array meant Fang Changzhi had already lost every possibility of escape.
And the person before him was not only a powerful Array Master—even his strength in close combat was terrifyingly formidable. Fang Changzhi asked himself honestly: even without the suppression of this grand array, he probably would not have been able to beat the other party by much.
He was clearly only at the Early-Stage Ninth-Order. How could he be this powerful!
Fang Changzhi had imagined that perhaps one day in the future, he might die in some struggle. That was the path of cultivation. Unless one desired nothing and sought nothing, the moment one's heart stirred toward some matter, conflict could arise.
Thus, Fang Changzhi had always been rather cautious by nature, and he rarely fought with Ninth-Order cultivators of the same rank. The reason he had chased so relentlessly this time was partly because he felt the opportunity of the Inheritance Ground was too rare, and partly because they were merely two Early-Stage Ninth-Order cultivators.
These two Early-Stage Ninth-Order cultivators had not gone to the other eight Inheritance Grounds. As for what their backgrounds were like, there was no need to spell it out.
And yet, even like this, his boat had still capsized in the gutter.
A bitter smile appeared on Fang Changzhi's face. Darkness swallowed him completely, and his body toppled backward. He died, his Dao dissipated.
At the side, Fang Xiyun watched this scene with eyes wide open, yet he had no way to do anything.
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